Chill breath of autumn
Sears the poppy scarlet red,
On his memory'd cenotaph.
Tears trickle in the furrowed
Faces of young comrades
.....now long dead
Oh friend of mine you are so sweet.
As we talk and talk we carry on.
so little time we have just you and I.
Oh friend of mine you are so sweet.
My friend of mine .
If only you had time.
we would go shopping.
Oh friend of mine
If only you did not have cancer.
Oh friend of mine.
We are forever friends until the end.
Oh friend of mine until we met again.
My sweet sweet friend.
I remember when I was told.
Family in silence.
It’s not fair. The heartbeat of appliances still whining,
I focus on times I thought we’d grow old...
Clouds part with unexplained violence
And our faces begin to pour.
A hundred questions, a doubt
And what else? Footprint in a concrete driveway,
A spark-maker unlit watching seagulls soar
From the soft earth, noise drowned out.
A boy sleeps waiting to wake
To manhood. Creased cheeks quiver,
And what he gets instead are flowers.
Relics in person, I question the ache
That asks why we give rivers
And must move on, while they remain.
Held by the smooth arms of trees,
Swallowed by a blanket of grass.
I ask the plaque what I cannot my brain,
Logic replaced by glassy guarantees
I see right through. He will not rise.
Facing away from a marching sun,
A no longer marching son lies.
It is that feeling
when sleep is to miss
awakening or awake
you believe the heart
pounding it with angels
Today, my heart heaves a heavy weight
Why, O! Why?
The soul crushing goodbye
Fervently I pray,
To see you just one more day
We part ways knowing it not our last
Looking ahead, thinking of our next
But Death, too grotesque, had other plans;
My burden to bear!
Why this painful news,
Only God knows
Wake me from this dream
A cold, unfathomable abyss
That I never want to revisit
We bow our head in sadness
And bury our faces in distress
My heart full of pain resonates its tears
If only, If only
We could haggle out of our demise
Gone too soon
The sheer disbelief
The promises you vowed to keep
Goals to reach before you finally sleep
You may be no more but not in my mind
Still here with me
If only I can see
A staked heart, resounding unbound tears
Forget you not; to miss you a lot
Lost souls, forgotten families
Never to me
Good tales we've heard
From generations long and dead
The happy ending cliche
For your soul, I pray
Here our fate! separated by worlds
While I wait
For the powers that be, to bide us again one day
But more, for in mere simplicity
I will never say goodbye
Forever with me,
My brother, my blood
In Loving Memory of our Lost Souls
Long are the years you have lain your easel down
Longer still the sun at Botshebelo burnishing your skin
In the soft autumnal retreat of your heart
You could still hear children playing in the mission station
You saw with what glee they jigged in Sophiatown
And bled for your brothers enchained in District Six
Away in the quiet slumber of a land you loved
You wrought the blazing colours of a secret rage
of man's will thriving in his limbs
of an enduring passion for hope
in the dance of stoic joyousness
in the embrace of a Mandela
Not a shaft of light escaped your hunt for
traces of your childhood
were lost the spare airs that filtered through shanty-towns
Your world was a world of people
going about their chores with premeditated caution
endowed by need with the guile for survival
People for whom you lived
People who live on in your veins
uninterred in your carved canvasses
(Poem read by the author at Sekoto's funeral in Neuilly-sur-Marne, France)
(c) T. Wignesan, Paris - 1993. (Pub. in the Journal of Comparative Poietics , Vol. 2 & 3 (Paris), 1993 & in Poietics: Disquisitions on the Art of Creation. Allahabad: Cyberwit.Net, 2008.)
This day we free you from pain
Soulful companionship you gave.
Eyes of love looked over my disdain.
Tail of happiness wagged with rave.
Dalmatian your breed, with a loving creed,
Named, Heidi, in youth with innocent face,
Growing beautifully as a spotted breed,
You gave us love, we could never replace.
Mourn thee for a while, and then moved by style.
You loved me, now thee is free.
I have no denial, thou has heavenly compile.
We shall love thee, beyond eternity.
Black face preacher boy smiling, Pittsburgh black boy
Come snow white all my sins away
Come ladle and spoon the church Jehovah's joy
Come altar me to kneel and pray
Black face boy, jumping up and down in glory
From end to end of dais yearning to jump the cage
Pulpit acting like a stage, I feel the kingdom rage
In the follicles of flesh, tell sin's story
Bring back the flock, O, Jesus saves
Bring back the word cross the blue waves.
O but my black face preacher friend is silent
Face skyward and no word is said
And in my heart, memory makes lament
Donald Leroy Crowder is dead.
From 1925 to now is long, long walk
A long walk for a black child, all the way to Canaan's home
And everywhere a truth seed grows in some fertile loam
And I too out of it, a full flaming stalk
But when church is full the silence
Is sorrows secret evidence.
Black face preacher boy smiling, lighting the word
In dark hearts and twisted places
I tell them do not cry, there's more to be heard
Waiting for the morning, traces
Of sorrow swept away, waiting for the dawn
To come singing, you and that choir, and the angels winging
Silence, the black boy salvation in white rejoicing
O let the glory come, come dawn
O Christ again, come jubilee
O grave be glad and set us free.
A Travel to Palestine
In a landscape of chlorophyll sprinkled with yellow and red flowers,
neglected olive trees and bushes, my motorbike broke down,
my mobile was useless no signal here and I had a long walk home.
If I only had a donkey I could continued to the hazy blue mountain
that has has always eluded me, moving away from me when sought.
The beast and I could have reached the mountain, over and past it and
ended up in Palestine, old people are respected there; mind some
old men do not deserve accolade, like Henry Kissinger, a man of many
sins, but I would flame the downtrodden with the fire of freedom,
and not let them sink into the peace of slaves who have lost how to
dream. I would then give my donkey to another old man and travel to
Amman in Jordan and take a plane home, sit in my room and be glad
that my life had not been futile, and listened with ease as shadows of
assassins surround my home.
but sleep escapes
her face only
my mind quakes
close my eyes
Toss and sigh
the sun will hide
I wish they taught more about
Heartbreak in English class;
That I would see your face
In stormclouds, when
Bronze from the sunset scribbles
Our names in the sky.
It is happening every day.
I am no prize
In my Rossington-Collins band teeshirt
And deliberately torn jeans,
Sitting on the end of the street-
The place where horizon brush strokes
Stuck at the bottom
I'm caving in.
One thought of you not here
Puts me in a claustrophobic nightmare.
I can't wake up.
I may not see you again.
Reality isn't different from my sleep.
I'm still running aimlessly away to nowhere.
I'm so blinded.
Every second is hidden that I'm spinning in circles.
Makes me reckless, violent, purple dead.
Over and over something's wanting me to say
I was a creep for treating you that way.
Can you forgive me?
I promise I won't make you cry.
One more chance I'll be a loyal friend.
Walk to your door.
I'm closing in.
Standing on thin ice there's no turning back.
I'll say it straight out without fumbling.
For once in my life
I confess it was a mess.
Screwed up everything special we had planned.
But now I'm here alone.
Hope is my only invisible ally.
I raise my white flag to the skies.
Will you operate my wounded heart?
The stakes are high.
But I'm willing to continue where we left off
If you have room in your heart for rent.
So eloquent the beauty absorbed around you;
You uplifted me by your sweet aroma.
Oh, I'm very sorry to say,
That day in May caused a breath to pay.
You stole my heart away
And cured my parading heartache;
Only if I'd known what would have brought that day,
Then I'd have hidden and gone another time.
I felt plagued and wanted to die;
As a lover would take a shot for you, I'd dodge infinity for you.
Yet only a stranger we both were,
I'm here writing this letter swollen with a million tears of heavy cries.
Maybe it could have been fate that we unofficially met;
A destiny resulting in both loss and gain.
A second's glance is certain to be the catch,
Since here I stand alone in the rain.
A passive reflection of sorrow illuminates from the scar;
My heart begins to beat slowly in rhythm with my eyes.
The ticking of the clock abruptly stops;
"I know you're up there," I finally whisper
I know your pain
Although I don't know what's happening,
I can still feel the vain.
Seems like the beginning is the ending
One moment there's bliss
It feels much like a wet kiss.
But out of nowhere you see a mirror,
"It felt so real," as you stand there alone.
You try to make sense of it all;
Yet everything begins to fall.
"AHHHH!" you scream to the top of your lungs.
Your blue eyes are running waterfalls.
It hurts me to see a single tear,
You're not the only one to hide in the room.
Swallow your tears, don't let it drop,
A splash will only cause more bitter props.
But like I say,
Tomorrow will always bring another day.
So Faith, throw away your thorns,
anticipating a happy God-given next day.
for Ronald Hindmarsh-Midwood
(24.O5.30 - 17.01.92)
To recall a friend
is never an adieu
he has merely stepped across the landing
the light still beams the door's ajar
you can hear him pacing humming swinging the windows
to let the street in the warmth
the wind ruffled
through his half-opened shirt
Across the spare digs halfway to the Schloss
austere in the shaded light slanting on drab curtains
the bare table rough-hewn the dishevelled books
the gaping porcelain jug and still wet basin
the whiff of fresh-bitten soap the close shave
and the stiff white collar excusing the day-old striped shirt
A gentle tap the door opens to a glass of port
and even if you will not cheese
"Beware! Beware you don't become an Hasbeen!"
he made no bones of his luck from stipends through Reading
the wideopen eyes commisserating through the flailing sheaf
fallen on his ample brow
the hand ever brushing aside
that wilful unconcern in your life
in your little worries your mishaps
And you knew you had mattered in his life
To recall a friend
is to give body to form
to words that bind muscle to bone
those mutual moments
You may come back a quarter of a century later
And he is still there a trifle stumped by your aged face
the mutual moments flow without break
You had driven through four sleepless nights
your eyes peeled beyond weariness
your mind bristling and in the red
"Take care! Take care", he said, "lest you burn both ends!"
Other worlds other duties
keep you from bringing up his face
keep you from keeping mementoes:
"Never excuse, never apologise!"
yes you might have penned a word
when the stolid face swung back
you didn't for that would've been abrupt
too flippant unceremonious requiring tact
So you turn up à l'improviste
the mutual moments flow over coffee at the Konditorei
the same cream curtains
the same goldbraided periodlike chairs
over neatly folded ceremoniallike lace
the irreal flood of filtered light
no more the tug and grating pull of trams to dull your words
Again the same attentive stare the same empathic vigil
for your fresh worries for your private imbroglios
while he foregoes a meal at the mensa
Only you hadn't known nor suspected
the stealthy pain gnawing away at the bones
nor did he let it be shown
Only the stoic face and the pained look
for your own blasé pain
© T.Wignesan, July 4, 1992 [from the collection: back to background material, 1993] Published as a "Preface" to Ronald Hindmarsh's commemorative writings: Mr. Hindmarsh is not writing a book. Heidelberg: Department of English, 1993. Ronnie taught English at Heidelberg University when I first met him, during the summer semester, in 1957.
Compassion that was infinite
Laughter that lifted our spirits
Comfort that enveloped those near
A crusader; true hero that wanted for naught
Whisked away so abruptly
Leaving us here to cherish all that you've taught
Heart wrenching to say goodbye
to our jewel as your name did imply
When we walk down the halls we will see your kind smile
We will never forget you walked with us for awhile
Don't be afraid to go back in time and see the life you lived.
Artificial smiles in a world stained with pain.
People you trusted, you deemed as your friends.
Only later they were icing on a cake. No one's understood you.
A book by its cover, they threw you away.
Your heart's vulnerable, breaking to pieces day-after-day.
Don't give up. It's not the end.
If everyone's turned their backs on you, know I'll be always there for you 'till the end.
Like shadows that never fade, it's inevitable for your angel not to walk away.
So don't look down in tears. Just take my hand and I'll kill away the pain.
I'll do all that I can to help you shine bright once again.
Through death and hell, I'll forever be your friend.
On a bed of nails, we won't turn pale.
Don't give up. It's not the end.
When everyone's turned their backs on you,
know I'll be always there for you even after my end.
Six feet under, my heart won't mend.
Everything that has an ending has a beginning in the end.
It's not the other way around.
So turn around, my dear, 'cause it's time to leave our mark.
It's the series finale of what had been.
Two will become One.
One will leave a legacy for the world to learn its inconsistencies.
Let's hit the reset and see the bliss tonight.
Because the end is not the end.
Would that anger subside
anger fed on pride
pride of I against You
who is right: I not YOU
meum et tuum
Some words hastily released on the verge of angry pride
Tear from us a part of our flesh a part of our cells
Leaving us lesser men forever pitted against the I in You
forever wanting to be right
I above You
You may not - yes, now I know you didn't - have meant it
Your words were stony arrows sunk in the mud of my hurt
splitting even before they found the unintended target
There may yet have lingered then a little bit of the malign in you
That ultimate grace-saver in your embattled loneliness
I didn't stop to think
I had to show you I was hurt
I didn't realise your hurt was legendary
already formed and contorted in the aeons of darkness
each in our indelible separateness
Your age your despair your self-abandonment
in the gorge of medicines
in the crises that felled you
careering through terrifying electric storms
leaving you year after year worsted
wiping duster-strokes of your memory clean
I didn't stop to think
Your demise is the passing of an age
is the passing of a people's pain
In your veins you take with you a hundred years
of hurts and slings
of dismemberment and mindlessness
of lost chances anguish and despair
driven into your lonesome corner
upright against the inroads of a Rhodes
or the pitted power of Buthelesis
finding in the milling Seine
in the plucky rhythms of an ebony-and-ivory keyboard
in the hidden skeins of your eyes
beating with the heart of downtrodden generations
the infinitely pulsing look of defiance
that ultimate refusal of defeat
© T.Wignesan, March 29, 1993 [from the collection: back to background material, 1993] Pub. in Journal of Comparative Poietics, Vol. II (1993), Paris & Poietics: Disquisitions on the Art of Creation. Allahabad: Cyberwit.net, 2008.
Over the mountains to the debts of the sea
I’ll always feel your presence deep within me.
Your time here on Earth was all too shortly lived
But you helped others freely, gave all you had to give.
“Together, she said, “We would stand tall.”
Alone I feel powerless, weak, and small.
The sorrow hits in pains I’ll never comprehend.
I’ll never see your smile, your laugh, you here on Earth again.
When times come to worry and I feel out of breath
I’ll miss your mind, as our memories are meshed.
How did you survive all you went through?
I pray for half the strength I saw in you.
But its times like these I begin to understand,
You’ll never abandon me, never let go of my hand.
I look around me today and so many things remind me of you.
There’re still painful to look at today,
But they are blessings given to me by you.
Our friendship was like a blossoming flower in the decaying world of decadence.
Time spent, time went, what happened to this blooming flower?
As our time and flower grew, so did our bond-
It seemed like you were never near, nor far, but always there.
Close when we needed a friend, but far-away, when we needed you the utmost.
Our families shared so much, from our FAITH in the Devine Creator of ALL;
To the pagan rituals of man. Maybe, that was our demise after all?
Then, ……………… there were our children’s flowers blossoming together.
Which seemed to bloom as one, but you with your up-bringing and false face;
Of a Man-made cultic religion- I am sure that was are demise, after all!
Maybe we had something to give in the DEATH after all; or maybe we did not?
We will NEVER know! We will NEVER know! We will NEVER know, because of you!
You ended it all – with ONE LIE from the pit of HELL! How could you?
You destroyed what GOD put together – it was never yours to begin with.
That was most-assuredly are demise, after all.
The DEATH, DISTUCTION, AND DEMISE of a created blooming flower, friendship and family.
You and only you, with the help of the Enemy of our SOULS; killed it all.
I have heard some say, as one LIE can destroy all things; one TRUTH can reunite them
But,……………….. But, we will never know.
We will never know what was truly lost, because of you!!
We will never know if that ONE TRUTH could recreate our friendship and flower.
We will never know, because of you and your world of -
LIES, DEATH, DISTRUCTION, AND DEMISE!!
For one gone too soon
And one who’s denied her hand to hold
Halfway through his journey towards manhood
“Life’s not fair.”
She told him so
When teachers play favorites
Or party invitations never come
Or Christmas budgets aren’t big enough for
It’s too big
Even for Mother.
So we weep
And we pray
And in our naked helplessness we come
Giving of ourselves and receiving from others
With a rare and sacred gentleness
And honor the ineffably beautiful spirit
Who breathes love and life in us and through us and among us
Today that spirit was purring.
Kathleen Taylor - b August 27th 1965 - d October 4th 2006
The friend who gonna while sheer
In friendly, airy blast always . . .
The soul around . . .
Who ne’er mind —by renders a hurt
The old cougar, restful in bench by
In stares much bit
Of enjoying up nicely day by day
With the sun illume
With the windy hit passive his skin
When stars-oh-moon light
Once hold tho shadow heaven
In casting by thrilling
His whistler galloping
In fulling island ground soul, melody
In adding-lib —
In forgiving of resentful
Uncool off liaison
The cougar as look tensity my vicinity
By was, — who had been gone . . .
And inquired one nascency rose
On souls is mind —
Who will be next? O friend scathe-less
Airy blast always at others —
Who spring by, a proudly around?
I looked up to you and turned out just like you
You let everyone take advantage of you, me too
You didn't ask for anything in return
It went on for years and you still never learned
How could you be so strong?
Trying to fit in where you didn't belong
I loved the way you looked me in the eyes
Telling me you loved me as you began to cry
How could you be proud of me?
I didn't even graduate, I got my GED
Now that I need you, you won't answer the phone
You won't even open the door to come home
My life has been so painful in the last year
I need you more now than ever mother dear
No hugs, no kisses, no late night talks
No more going in town, no more walks
How can you leave your own child behind?
Leaving me in this world to seek and find
You promised you'd always be there
You said this while brushing my hair
In the last year, I got married and it fell apart
He committed adultery, got caught, and broke my heart
I need some advice on what to do
I need you to help pull me through
Again you said you'd never leave, never say goodbye
You broke your promise, but at least I know why
I miss you MOMMY, I miss your touch
God tell her I love her, tell her how much
And to my teacher,
I'll never forget,
the gifts you gave,
before you left
I wish you could have stayed.
I miss you always.
You were like a delicate flower so fragile and pure,
But you would never bloom again as you did before.
Maggie my dearest friend,
We'd known each other since the age of ten.
No longer will I see that beautiful serene face ,
And in my heart there's an empty space.
We both married and went our separate ways,
Now I sit back and reflect on those days.
Whenever we met we had so much to say,
That it always took an entire day.
Our lives took a rocky course,
And after several years ended in divorce.
We were like sisters You and I,
I never thought that you would suddenly die.
I know that Mother Mary is standing with arms opened wide,
As she gently ushers you inside.
My devoted friend hear my urgent plea
That when my time comes,
Please keep a place in heaven for me.
Games have all been played
Come out of hiding
No more chasing after
Don’t following the leader
It’s easy to find what’s fun
Harder to find what’s right
Caught up in your laughter
So cleverly projected
Projected over screams
Million smiles shine so bright
But never touched your eyes
Strip everything away
If that’s what it takes
I won’t let you fall
Won’t let you break
You think you’re living it up
But you’re just falling from grace
Will these games ever end
Or have I lost my friend
It’s easy to find what’s fun
Harder to find what’s right
Caught up in your laughter
So cleverly projected
Projected over screams
It’s like time is standing still
Without will, frozen in place
So sick of feeling helpless
Dreaming in black and grays
The clouds are over our head
Only rubble beneath our feet
Refection in the mirror telling lies
You weren’t ever alone
You were never on your own
Said all I’ve had to say
You’re no longer here anyway
Take a little piece of me with you
When you wake into eternity
Now I'm left behind in this world
The silence is deafening, deafening
Poor boy hungry,
Revolution in stomach
Machinegun boy carry
Oh! Boy attack
Kill: rich, poor
Frustrated brain man
Mental rate more
Eat trash can
Sleep Bridge under
Terror people more.
What is further?
Bleak dreams more
City big city
Where hope gone?
Brain wasted done
Devil take duty
Mortal man killed
Played stage part
Dirge song filled
Rainbow sky cry’s
Current mood: distraught
If i could just project my voice into the ears of those i love
I would take the world into my words and let them hear what my heart sings
it sings of joy and the past time with them,oh so it longs and holds on to that year
but im afraid if i let go now would they feel my heart as it heals and as I
Drop to the floor
I wonder if i shouldve stopped my heart before it fails to bleed
if i died unsuspectively what would my life mean
well dear wonders of this world look at what Beauty Ive Become
Now Watch me Lay out on the street
Take my wings
I dont need them because Angels only kill themselves in dreams
Its just as if heaven was inside my Veins So
Let me bless You know let me Bless these grounds
Let me spill onto the pavement so cold and Shameless im lost
but none of my friends can see this,are they blinded by my Mask
in which i always wear but if i offend you im sorry i swear
Im sorry that im dead
Make this your only comfort to see me lying there in that box soundly asleep
dont even bother trying to wake me,dont call my name
cause my heart feels no remorse or shame for what happened to me
I told you all that i was sick,but did you bother to listen to me
I can't understand it. I guess acceptance is just not allowed. In a picture
imperfect world where souls silently suffer and thier bodies coldly fall to the
ground.My heart left hollow. My mind filled with questions. The truth accompanied
by a guilt stricken concience found.Different places in conversation with him left
scrambling in my mind. The emptiness I feel when I realize he will no longer be
around. A happy smile for every thousand tears. A mind twisting sequence. My
watery eyes have not yet disappeared. Those last moments with him
unkwowingly drowning in my own ignorance. My mind now collapsing
remebering my blank second sense. Forgiving the peers around him who
unkowingly dimmed the happy spirit he possesed. Only a bright light I noticed of
innocence,kindness, and incredible happiness. He cheered my day with each
caring hello. Little appreciated at the time ,treated like a blessing to my memory
now. He took a piece of everyone whose lives he touched. Onlookers with heavy
hearts and sad eyes. He was loved and he will be missed very much.
I saw him on that last Sunday
I gave him a hug and a kiss
I told him he works to hard
and on Sunday's of him I did miss
he told me today was his birthday
I told him that was wrong
for not giving the church congregation
a chance to sing him a birthday song
as we're standing near the pulpit
I turned to the remaining crowd
I said, "today is Darryl's birthday "
in a voice clear and loud
so we gathered together
and we all started to sing
the birthday song to let Darryl know
to us what he means
we said we love you and
we wish you all the best
as a fellow child of God
we know that you are blessed
I was unaware that that would be the very last time
that I would see my dear friend Darryl Baskins alive
but I'm glad I got that chance to give him
my last hug and my last kiss
because he was my dear friend
and of him I will truly miss
Strangers meet, say hello
Drift on, meaning nothing
Chance enters and they speak
Surprise to both, a meeting
She sees into his soul
The pain and lonliness; intense
He looks, is shocked to see
Caring and longing locked away
They reach out, jump back
It frightens both, like knowing
How can this be happening?
Both promised; never again
Unlocking the heart leads to pain
Both turn to run away
Glance back; start to reach out
Should they trust to try again?
These days things
just ain't the same without you
time has aged us
everything is changing
the new seems to only replace the old faces
with odd faces, and, cold places
I talk on ocassion to God
'bout your situation
but all it ever causes is complications
still you're the topic of our conversations
between me and Jason that we have some days
he misses you just as much as I miss you
but thinking of you is
still a sensitive issue, it
seems sinceless to explain in a sentence
how we feel about you both
with the words that we've written
and either via poem or song or both
man as long as you know
you'll never go unmentioned
though you made it home Drew
you're still our best friend
the brotherhood and bretheren
between three friends is
endless even when one's missin
as God as my witness
I pray that you're listening
How do you say good-bye
to someone who is not yet gone?
How do you hide the tears and sadness
to help them stay strong?
I do not know, I could not say.
I never expected this situation,
for it to happen this way.
I am sad, I do cry, so tell me
how do I say good-bye?
My friend a new world awaits
no hard ships, no pain.
Where the sky's are always sunny
no more dark clouds or rain.
Smiles, and laughter, angel's will be everywhere.
Maybe a few you know
will be waiting to see you there.
Will you do me a favor
as you roam the golden streets?
Can you find my grandpa,
and give him a hug for me?
I love you my friend truly
from my heart and soul.
I'll keep your memory with me
everywhere I go.
I'll drink a toast to you
everytime I fill my cup.
I'll wish on your star
I'm sure you will bring me good luck.
I will not tell you good-bye
just that I will see you soon.
Who knows I may be next,
so save this friend a litle room.
Awakened by a chilling voice,
the surreal begins.
and splattered blood
draining from Connie.
It seems she passed
her life on to me,
its my ghost,
made not of shame or guilt,
but of love and friendship.
Her life is mine penned in ink,
like the blood flowing
that awful night.
The victim of Domestic Violence
not fate, not God, but Man,
her man who is not a man anymore.
Sorrow is my weapon, my ink forever.
Ride the night with easy
watch the maker stand so pleased
Remember the final turn home in a faithful surprise
Yet in these in these places through this times u have climbed the crying sky
I have seen your broken chian
we both understand it is hard too deal with the pain
While I was away i had long forgoten of are acquittance
I take no hesitation in our mend for freedom
Only an uncule raven can lead u
Oh heartbroken eagle u have found me after all this years
I'll look in u for my heartless uncyed tears
I am living too share this perfect love u have given me
Soon I know they will see
how a heartbroken eagle can strive in the stuggle
and still remark in surpise in old freind
Boldly we will seek are end
I long for the return home
I am alone
Cold in lonely I spend my time
In the shape I'm in u have shared an eye for eye
I walk around driffting away and sinking through the barre al
I am wounded sharply inside bye out spoken words with no sence
They blindly see the well spoken words of tendence
I long for another moment of glory scared in true
u have now given me a reason too believein u
I think u for the wisdom we have sared and the promises we have too set are pa
I am a no one a nothing
I'm here alone my wrist it starts to sting
Hey knife your my friend
When will my dreadful happiness come to an end
I have a problem wore than drugs
Forget your kisses forget your hugs
You see me smile when I bleed
For I'm a person that's in need
I miss my razor I miss my knife
I ask for help will you save my life
Yes I will you wait and see
For by saving you I save me
You need help and so do I
I'm drug free and that's a lie
I try to quit and so do you
But are addictions stick just like glue
All we can do is stay strong
So lets set aside are differences and get along
O Wallace, I heard, and could not believe
Like the school days when things you conceived
Made us aghast or grieved
And anxious for the next thing up your sleeve.
You were our magician
Bringing humor out of no where
The apparition with which things disappear
And the brother I held dear.
O Wallace, can it be I see you no more, friend
The eggs in the fowl house stays
Cartoons with Huckles, relays
To Spain Town for raffles that never end
And stories that slant the escapades?
Chalky told me how you died
In that distant Texas place
Far from the frolics and our embrace.
O Wallace, it seems so wrong for one so young
To be already gone, some say
Genius never stays long, I hold nay
It's just like you to do it differently.
Rigor never was forte, and now
It's tough to believe in your rigor mortis
Not drinking beer beneath some bough
Beer drawn from cattle teets.
O Wallace, the noble Thame
Twickenham's child, scholar, savant, different
My heart remembers you and lament
Hard against your merry ways. Flame
A canefield somewhere for him
Ole Farmers let us honor
Our prankster brother, as he would
Swimming the pitch lake flood.
Too mortal are the dreams of men
More mortal our flesh
Too far from heaven ... a little wretch
In each of us ascend
And seem to never make the distance back
The longing heart to mend
O Wallace, I pray your end
Will meet us on faith's common track.
i've thought about what you've said,
about how no one cares and how you wish you were dead,
i don't know where to start,
what i'm about to say comes from the heart,
you're the one person that keeps me strong,
when everything's gone wrong,
you pick me up when im down,
you make me smile when i frown,
yeah, we've been through heck and back,
do you remember my first asthma attack?
so you see my dear friend,
what you said was not true,
because i do care about you,
from begining to end.
If you knew it were your last week of life, how would you spend it?
Would you remember to pay old debts or call old friends?
Would you make amends with your family?
Within that last week of life, what will be the most important issues to you?
Do you visit a far away land or just have someone close and hold their hand?
Take a moment to consider how you will spend your time, please spend it wisely.
I pray that the precious last week of everyone’s life be spent in joy and peace.
Take time everyday to make time to say all the things that are most important
within your heart, because all too often we never know when our last week of life
on earth will be.
A rolled up cig
A voice that sings
At every gig
A mind that travels
Beyond this plain,
A sense of humor,
Of whom he was
A tendency never,
to talk too loud
Words and thoughts
Wise beyond his years,
That brought on tears
His Gors nickname
I wonder if he liked to fish,
One thing's for sure,
I truely wish
He did still tread
This earth, a world
I was oh so privileged
To be in his band.
As the wave draws back to the sea
Like the sun bowing to the night
A kiss on your hand after a date
The last taste of food from your fork
As the curtain is drawn after a show
Like the exhale of completion
A tear dropping silently
The release to depart
Many people will leave great impressions on your life
Though you may be oblivious until it’s too late
And when after so long you finally conceive
Fate may have already taken it’s place
Never before did I consider his teachings
Never realized how much his words inspired me
Until the day he took his life
And set his longing soul free
He was a minister who could be matched by no other
But in life he felt he would never succeed
Now he’s looking down from heaven
Realizing that in fact his standards he exceeded
Though he is no longer my minister here on Earth
And teachings from him I’ll receive no more
No longer will I take his morals for granted
But use them to prepare for what life has in store
A night so still,
Pierced by a scream.
A crazy man forever,
Destroying a dream.
An innocent life,
Stripped by a gun,
In a battle, no-less,
That she could have won.
Hearts broken forever,
By two shots in the air.
By the love that they share.
Never more to see,
Their Liza again,
Harshly as life,
Has come to an end.
It’s a sad thing to happen,
To people so young.
It’s a sad thing to happen,
Nobody should pay,
Death at such cost.
And to loose a child,
Why there’s no greater loss.
Now dear Liza,
All I can say is this:
I wish you strength,
And eternal bliss.
I’ll think about you,
Please hold my hand,
Show me the way.
I know you’d be proud,
Of what I’ve achieved.
The fact that your gone,
Can not be perceived.
I’ve still got so much,
Left to do.
And I know,
That you also did too.
I’m trying to help,
Any way that I can.
I’m trying to win,
In this race that you ran.
Please help me and guide me,
Dear Liza my friend.
You paved the road.
Only you know its end.
Rest In Peace
Not in Fear
I'll be very near
I'll be right here
Just longing to hear
Your laughter ringing in my ear
I promise you that my dear
Rest In Peace
We will live on
To continue your memory
To right the wrongs
Your voice will carry our song
Through the night, no matter how long
Rest In Peace
As we live out your final wishes
As we sit her at your wake
All for your resting sake
Do we accept your fate
So do not fear your not alone
We are with you in the forgone
Rest In Peace
Is what I say,
As you lay,
I try to say,
Good bye to you dear friend
You were the strongest and best till the End
So I say in
Love, Sorrow, and Pain
Rest In Peace